Page 52 of Resisting You

“I’ve been asking myself that a lot lately,” Renato admitted. He took his free hand and tilted Frey’s chin up. His eyes were wide and a little wild, but he was calmer than before. “You drive me absolutely mad. Absolutely mad. Every time I see you, I want to…”

“Punch me?” Frey offered.

“I shouldn’t have said that,” Renato told him. He hated himself for how badly he’d handled this whole thing.

Frey rolled his eyes. “But were you lying when you said it?”

No, he wasn’t. Not really. But he didn’t feel that way now, and he needed Frey to understand that. Renato made a strangled noise, and then he felt something in him crack, and he leaned in, taking a kiss. Frey melted into it immediately, his body pliant. His arms came up to hold Renato by the waist, and he gave as good as he got. His tongue was sweet with whatever he’d been drinking, and his breath was hot, his fingers trembling as they scrambled to keep hold of Renato’s shirt.

He groaned when Renato pulsed his tongue in and out of his mouth, then louder when Renato bit down onto Frey’s lower lip.

“I’m not having sex with Foster,” Renato said because he wasn’t going to stop until Frey believed him with every fiber of his being. He yanked Frey’s shirt up, then pinched his right nipple hard enough to make him hiss. “I don’t want him.” He did the same to his left, and Frey rocked his hips, rubbing his hard cock along Renato’s thigh. “There’s only one man for me, and God only knows why I want him, but I do.”

“Tell me it’s me,” Frey begged, like he needed to hear it.

“It’s you. It’s only you.” Renato lifted the daisy and dragged the soft petals over his cheek before tucking it behind his ear. He looked pretty. He looked more than pretty. There weren’t words in any of the languages Renato knew, but his heart was throbbing—needy and desperate for more than just a rough bathroom fuck.

But this was all he could have. At least until he figured out what this meant and what he was able to offer because he didn’t want to hand himself over if he was still a broken shell of a man.

“What do you want from me?” Frey whispered.

Renato gripped his chin again. “Everything.” Then he let go and slowly sank to his knees. The floor was a horror show, but he forced himself to ignore it as he carefully pulled Frey’s zipper down and popped the button on his jeans.

Frey stared down at him, wide-eyed, and he traced his collar. “You’re practically wearing a suit. You can’t get on your knees in here.”

Renato huffed a laugh. “I’m always wearing a suit, and I have a dozen more just like this. Let me ruin it for you.” He reached into Frey’s pants and pulled his dick out. It was hard, throbbing, leaking at the tip.

Frey let out a trembling breath. “What are you doing?”

“I thought it was obvious, but I’m going to suck your dick,” Renato said.

Frey blinked rapidly.

“Foster doesn’t know how well I suck dick, but he wasn’t wrong about how good I am.”

“Jesus, your fucking arrogance,” Frey groaned as Renato leaned in and suckled at the tip.

“Mm.” Renato pulled off with a wet pop. “But you seem to like it. You seem to like my competence. And you like being told what to do. Like when I tell you right now that I want your hands on the wall. And I don’t want you to move them.”

The slapping sound Frey’s hands made rang through the room, and Renato’s dick responded. It twitched behind his zipper, and he wondered if maybe he’d lose it to the way Frey had in his office. His head spun with the idea that he could get off just from this.

Taking a breath, he held the weight of Frey in his palm and looked at him. He was so different than Grady. They were both beautiful men—sort of chiseled, sharp edges, and yet soft and almost feminine when they wanted to be.

But otherwise, they were nothing alike, and Renato had never appreciated that more.

It meant he could be with Frey there in the moment and not lose him to comparison.

And although he hadn’t done this since his husband, he still knew how. He wasn’t lying about being good, and he proved that immediately by taking Frey all the way to the back of his throat in a single swallow.

“Oh holy fuck me oh my God,” Frey babbled. His fingers twitched against the wall, but he kept them pressed firmly, and Renato got even harder at how obedient Frey was being. Frey sobbed a little as Renato pulled back, then sank down again. “Oh fuck, please, please. Let me cover my mouth. Someone is going to hear me.”

Renato pulled off and lifted Frey’s cock so he could tongue at his balls. “No. Because I think you like that idea, don’t you?”

Frey’s eyes rolled, then closed as he fucked his hips forward. Renato pinned him with a firm hand, then took him back into his mouth and began to suck in earnest. Frey babbled loudly, his hips gently shifting, and Renato could feel it when he reached the edge. A small part of him wanted to drag it out, to make him wait, to make him beg, but not here.

Not in this filthy place just after a moment when Frey thought he’d been part of a betrayal. That wasn’t what Renato had wanted.

“I’m going to come,” Frey said, ragged and hoarse. “Pull off now if you don’t want to—ah, ah—to swallow because I c-can’t…I can’t hold back.”

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